My name is Pam and my roommate’s name is Dora. I call her Dora the Explorer, because of her adult likeness to the animated child star. She sports a raven black page boy and large deep brown eyes that I can’t lie to, even if I wanted. She’s six foot to my five-four, a tower to my tiny blonde carriage.
In college, Dora used to do field events in track and play field hockey. That should give you her body type: athletic with broad shoulders, muscled calves and thighs. Even at 30 (Dora won’t admit to any number higher), her body is taut and exciting. Large breasts that barely shimmy when she’s topless on the beach. I get wet waiting to apply her sunscreen.
She has this muscle on her thigh that rubs my clit just right when I slide astride her leg. She calls me her love slug because of the trail I leave on her leg when I come.
She calls me Pammy whenever she has thought of an “adventure” we can share, saying my name in a low register, conspiratorial, like it’s something no one else should know about.
‘Pammy, let’s go to Upper Kinnear Park and watch the sun set over the city.’
‘OK.’
Already I feel my pussy tick like a bomb set to go off. My head is swimming trying to think of what Dora will want me to do.
Last week, she pleasured me with a zucchini in the women’s restroom at the local grocers. We bought it, the clerk put it in the bag, and when we went to the restroom, Dora turned me facing the sink, lifted my skirt (Dora insists on my wearing skirts, as she wants complete and total access to me at all times), and rammed that veggie into my pleasure hole, while I stood facing the mirror. She pulled my panties down and really gave it to me, as I clutched the basin. I was so scared someone might come in, but so aroused thinking someone might come in, that Mr Zuke was coated in my juices and made for a wonderful ride. I came hard and shook the sink, my legs open, on my tiptoes in my tennie runners.
That night, after zucchini bread for dessert, we bathed each other and I ran my soapy hands all over Dora’s body and between her legs. Dora didn’t want me to use a towel or a luffa, just my hands and fingers in all the right places. She came like a volcano, in hefty body shakes, and with a crimson face, as she stood in the tub. I could barely keep my lips on her pussy as she shuddered and clutched my head for balance. In bed, I ran my pussy along that wonderful muscle on her thigh and rejoiced into her hard stomach.
Then there was the time she had me pose naked for her artist friends. I was on a small pedestal, and they were allowed not only to make sketches and render studies but to touch and fondle me however they wanted. One guy had me spread my legs then he ran his long slithery tongue between the cheeks of my ass to my pussy to the small of my back. Another woman played a black leather gloved hand on my nipples until I needed to come so bad Dora had to take me into the bedroom and do me, so I could stand still for the rest of the evening. When I emerged and took my place on the pedestal, the members took turns licking and sucking me. An older man took to the pedestal and pulled out his large gnarled cock. I looked at Dora for permission. She nodded and took a drag from her cigarette, as I lowered myself onto his dick, and fucked him until the delight left his eyes and entered my body.
My most memorable adventure was when we went on a dinner date and she kept me naked all evening. She booked a reservation at the Sorrento Hotel. (Dora knew a waiter who held a private booth for us.)
The looks we got as I strolled in on my stiletto heels and Dora in her little black dress. We sat, me naked and she clothed. She popped the champagne and I popped the waiter (with Dora’s permission). Champagne and waiter come caught each other in mid-flight. It was a wonderful meal and I climaxed several times in the car coming home, Dora allowing me to pleasure myself. I slept well that night.
Dora checks me over. She lifts my dress to see if I’m wearing panties. I am. Her favourites – the white cotton mid-waists. She runs her hand over them in approval. She stands and looks at me while holding my shoulders.
‘Tonight’s adventure is special, but first we have to watch the sun set over the city. It’s lovely. Just like you, Pammy.’
I blush.
Dora is going retro tonight. Tight jeans, a white shirt tied at the waist and no bra. A small black clutch purse in her hand. She draws many eyes as we walk along Kinnear Park on Upper Queen Anne. I’m in a pink flowered party dress, with black ballet slippers. I’m wearing a wide-brim hat because of the sun. Dora is very protective of my skin.
We find a park bench and sit. There are other people up there, families, teen lovers, kids, all talking and sitting around on benches or brought-out chairs waiting for the sunset. The air is still and I hear gentle laughter and conversation all around me. Everyone is bathed in the changing light. Dora holds my hand. ‘I’m very excited about tonight,’ she says, lighting a cigarette, ‘you’ll love it, Pammy.’
I know I will.
The sun cast a warm pink hue over the city skyline. There were oohs and aahs, as it disappeared, and the last of its rays brought the colour down like a curtain in a final production. The evening ascended, and parents prepared their kids for bed, teens and their dates vanished further into the park. Streetlights and warm golden houselights eased on as night caressed the city. The skyline sparkled in city lights. Dora raised her hand and motioned it downward. That meant panties off.
I shuddered and looked around.
‘Focus on me, Pammy, not them. This is ouradventure.’
I stood and raised my party dress, my eyes on Dora, then rolled the panties off my hips and down to my bare ankles, and sat with them bunched at my feet, rolled like cotton leg-irons. My ass was chilly-thrilly on the wooden bench. Several couples walked by and looked at me. I stared straight ahead.
One guy stopped. He was Northwest handsome in that semi-scruffy way, with light brown shaggy hair and piercing eyes. Large hands. His shorts were pronounced with cock as he stared at me. Our eyes locked. I felt the panty anklets on my shins. Dora watched him.
‘We’re fine, sir,’ she said. He continued on as Dora watched him. Dora’s tone of voice speaks no nonsense and people seem to understand. It’s exciting to see her wave them away with her verbiage.
Dora raises her hand, turns her palm up. I step out of the panties and hand them to her. She feels them with both hands then stuffs them into her clutch and snaps it shut. The snap is loud and my vag drips whenever I hear it. I know my little dew dish will remain bare for the rest of the evening. She stands and heads to the restroom. I watch her confident walk and swaying bottom as she steps down to the bathrooms in the park. She didn’t call for me so I stayed. People walked by and smiled. I smiled back and crossed my legs, bobbing the top leg in tight nods. I used this to get myself off, though I was already very close, from feeling my bare butt on the bench, nodded greetings at couples and singles, young and old, as they walked by.
Knowing I’m a fabric’s breath away from showing my puss has stripped my resolve. Like flicks on a stubborn lighter, each flick of my bare leg brings me closer to igniting in a very public ecstasy. My leg quickens, pulse races. I spread my toes to retain my shoe and look to the sky, stretching my throat and feeling the come radiate throughout my body. My hands grip my thighs then slide to grip the slats in the bench. I fight the urge to throw my legs open and finger myself. My breasts jump and quiver; I eek. A gay couple smile as they stroll by.
‘You go, girl,’ one of them whispers.
I glance at the restrooms and Dora is talking to the young man that earlier she dismissed. I scrunch my nose in curiosity as they both look my way. Dora leaves him, approaching me. An adventure is in the making. In vivid throbs, my pussy agrees. Dora sits beside me, sniffs the air and smiles. Her nostrils emit a knowing flare.
‘Naughty girl ... Well, I guess we better head back home. I think you need to go to the restroom before we leave though. It’s a bit of a walk back.’
We stand and Dora grabs my hand. We stroll to the rest area, two restrooms in an ivy-covered concrete saltbox. We enter the men’s side. I look at Dora.
‘The women’s side is broken, Pammy. Sit. I’ll watch out front.’
I nod, lifting my skirt. Dora watches until my skirt is completely up and my pussy is exposed. I sit and I take a touch of my pussy lips while she watches and smiles. ‘You horny little bitch,’ she says in a smirk, ‘I’ll be right out front. Don’t take too long.’
I sit on the stainless steel seat, feeling the wild chill. My nose twitches at the smell of urine and a rank bleachy disinfectant. The floor is slick with mysterious moisture. I move my feet apart to escape it. The graffiti on the wall invites me to a fuck and a suck someplace called the North Corner. A phone number begs for me to call, promising a good time and a young hard dick.
A drawing of an erect cock contains so much detail my eyes are drawn to it; the craggy lines on the shaft and veined urethra, the lines detailing the cockhead and hanging balls. The pubic hair is tendril-like, drawn in deep black lines. There’s a two-inch hole in the partition and I can’t help but look at the seat next to mine. Gloryhole, I think they call it.
This place frightens me. I can’t go pee here. I wiggle my legs. Then I feel it. Growing arousal from being in a forbidden place. A place for men discarded only until needed for pleasure and release. I touch the hole in the wall, push my finger through.
Then I hear someone enter the restroom. I panic. Where’s Dora? But I’m afraid to cry out. I watch as the man’s shoes move quickly to the stall next to mine. I sit back hoping he can’t see me, that maybe he’ll just piss and go away. But I see his shoes turn and face out, I hear his shorts shuffle off his hips and onto the floor and see them gathered at his ankles. Oh God, where is Dora? He leans forward. I see his clasped hands. He breathes deep. I hear his first tinkle. My pussy’s wet and dripping. We are strangers releasing, side by side. He pees a long, hard, very liquid stream that sounds like water from a garden hose. My hands are sweating. I see his hair then his eye appears in the gloryhole. He watches me briefly and coughs. His legs readjust wider; he kicks off his shoes and sheds his shorts. I lean toward the hole. What is he doing? My eyes widen as his cock, long and hard, rises from his crotch as he pumps. I hear his moans and watch his bare feet go up on his tiptoes, then his legs extend. The hole isn’t big enough for a good look, so I listen. I wait for his come, but nothing. My cunt thunders as I plunge my fingers inside myself, biting my lip as I, too, rise upon tiptoes and feel the bliss flow over me. I hear his movement as he stands. Then his cock slides through the hole, pulsating. I grab his dick and pump it with my hand.
‘Suck it,’ he says, the command bounces around the room. Then Dora’s disembodied voice floats above me.
‘Suck that cock, you little minx.’
I scoot off the toilet seat and take him full in my mouth from a squatting position. I move my lips up and down it, tonguing the slit at the head, and wishing the balls had room to pop through. I jack him with my hand, and hear him groan and sigh in deep, lust-saturated notes. I again take his prick whole with my mouth. He shakes the partition so violently I fear he’ll rip it from the floor, but I play his dick until my reward shoots out and runs down my side of the stall.
I need him between my legs. Desperately. I speak into the hole.
‘I need you to fuck me, sir, please?’
I’m plunging myself with three crooked fingers, thrusting my breasts, breathing in the rank air of come and disinfectant. I kick off my shoes and feel my bare feet slide on the slick concrete floor. I spread my legs. His eye watches me.
‘See, sir? I need to get a good fucking. I’m all dishevelled over here.’
Silence. Then I hear heavy breathing and watch his cock resurrect. I stand and wait until his dick appears then turn away to feel it run between my legs until I put his prick in me, easing back until my ass is flat on the barrier, my pussy filled with my marvellous stranger, then I lean forward, gripping the bowl, as he fucks me with wild, barrier-quaking abandon. I come hard, my toes cramping against the edge of the bowl, my arms stiff and sore from pushing myself onto his prick.
He eases his cock from both holes (giggle), and I sit down and look into the gloryhole, hoping to see his face, but he stands, gathers his clothing and leaves.
Dora calls for me.
‘Are you quite done in there?’
‘Yes, ma’am,’ I reply.
‘Was that a good adventure, Pammy?’
‘Yes, Dora.’
‘Good, Pammy, let’s hurry home. I could use a shower.’